‘Metaphor Man’ ( a poem)

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His dreams are the faked moon landing. His eyebrows are smugglers’ worry. His eyes are weary travellers. His nostrils are half-boiled kettles. His cheeks are uneaten sandwiches at a picnic. His sneer is milk as it curdles. His humour is Christmas cards in June. His walk is a seven-legged spider. His patience is a Roman army. His sorrow is fool’s gold His departure is an interrupted dentist.